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Angels of Mercy: Angels of mercy may be any where, they show great love and gentle care; they may be a police person, walking their beat; a mother hearing her child’s prayer or a child helping an elderly person across the street, a doctor or nurse treating a patient with mercy and care; they may be giving the hungry something to eat. Angels of mercy may be anywhere, God’s word says, let us treat everybody fair, we might be entertaining Angels unaware.

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The walk: what a beautiful day for walking my dog, we have walked a while, I am tired, we stop and rest by an old log. I hear a squirrel, chatter in an old cedar tree; a Chickadee lands on a limb, so close to me, and sings chick, a dee, dee, chick, adee,dee. It starts to cloud over, snow flurries are starting to fall, and in the distance, I hear a wild goose call; as I view and hear these things, I know what to do, whisper the words, God thank you. Winston Staples

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164359_489155886043_612176043_6589447_6884402_n My Creator: Looking out my window, what wonders I see, Chickadees and Blue jays at my feeder, Woodpeckers and Nuthatches in my tree. I see the hills of beauty, evergreens covered in snow, and I think about the riches, God, our creator bestows. He sent His Son, Jesus, born in a stable, a King in a manger, the wise men came to see; He came to earth as a baby, because He loves you and me. He lived many years as a carpenter, repairing broken things, and at the age of thirty, He taught the good news, that only God’s word can bring. He healed the blind, the deaf, and the lame, and those the devil possessed, at the tomb of Lazaras He wept, He brought the dead to life, because to Him they only slept. After His ministry was complete, He was betrayed by Judas, and to Roman soldiers…

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CHRISTMAS: It’s Christmas, it’s Christmas, let our hearts joyfully sing, God sent His Son to earth, His gift of salvation to bring, as a babe in a manger, not as a mighty king. Christmas is not Santa Clause, or tinsel hanging on a tree, Christmas is the gift of God’s Son, salvation for you and me. Christmas is not Frosty the snow man, nor Rudolf the red nosed reindeer, It’s the celebration of Jesus birthday, the beginning of God’s salvation plan. It’s Christmas, it’s Christmas, let our hearts joyfully sing, those good old Christmas carols, proclaiming the birth of Jesus, they so joyfully bring. Winston Staples

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